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Originally Posted by JohN Dee  ... The text just doesn't do the justice. All of these instances I never once went looking for... They all found me.
It may sound as though I'm some thug, but I'm really not. I cherish my family, my work, my friends... Hmm, I think my posts are coming across really thuggish/offensive, when this is a self defence thread... I may later delete them. Gotta give it some thought. |
Sometimes people can give a wrong impression when trying to express themselves in writing. I myself did that in a major way when I first posted on this forum. It took a lot of explaining before my true feelings came out, and much of the misunderstanding came from my writing style.
Hang in there, JohN Dee, your last post went a long way to reveal that you are not itching to use your fists, as your first posts seemed to indicate.
I didn't start this thread to brag-up how bad a dude I am, hell I'm 60 years old and can't go three rounds anymore, much less twelve.
The core topic is "Knife in a Gun Fight - Self Defense in this Millennium" What I was trying to indicate is how do you keep yourself and your Family safe, now that in many societies the populace has been disarmed.
At the height of my "bad ass dude" days, when I was 21 and fresh out of the Marine Corps any 12 year old with a Saturday night special could have capped me from 20 feet.
Similarly, in the bar fight posted earlier, if that second assailant would have picked up a beer bottle he could have put me out in one blow. As it was, I was happy to have him kicking me, I knew where he was and what he was up to. He was gonna be next, and in fact was.
I could have killed the first guy with the palm strike to the nose, and not skinned up my knuckles on my hand. As it was I'm pretty sure I broke his nose. In my mind that was enough of a lesson to teach. The same with the second guy, although I can't be as sure as the lights went out for me once I got pile drived into the floor by the bouncer.
I had to have 7 staples in my head and still carry the scar. The two other guys got off easy on that one, and perhaps learned something about starting fights in bars, even with 40 year old geezers, as I was at the time.
I scared the hell out of my wife to be on that night, she saw a side of me that she had no idea existed. Very few have. To this day she thinks the relentless beast she saw that night resides within me very close to the surface, I hope she is wrong about that, I've tried to bury it deep within.
These days I'm more of a pacifist than rowdy bar brawler. But I can still go one round with anybody if I am forced to, but you'd have to force me, or catch me.
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